Summary

I’m challenging myself to write a little something every day from now until the end of May. So although most challenges are 30 days, mine will be 39 days.

Why don’t I just wait until the beginning of May so I can do a typical 30 day challenge? Because I don’t want to. And because I’m strangely lax and strict about this at the same time. I don’t care about starting at a random time (It’s a Monday, so we’re good), but god forbid if I don’t work it so I end on the last day of the month.

My goal with these is to write something between a drabble and a flash fiction, so 100-1000 words for each prompt. My brain has a bad habit of saying too much and trying to set up a backstory when there really doesn’t need to be.

*SOME CHAPTERS WILL HAVE AN M RATING. SOME MIGHT BE EXPLICIT. DON'T KNOW YET. EACH CHAPTER HAS ITS OWN RATING. MOST ARE G THRU PG-13. PLEASE SEE THE CHAPTER'S RATING BEFORE READING*

See my list of prompts at http://sheewolf85.tumblr.com/post/173217244561

Summary

The first time you met monsters you manage to run into four of them and literally run into one of those four. Now they are apparently moving in next door with their siblings and you can't seem to imagine a life without monsters. On the plus side they tell horrible jokes and have endless amounts of energy. So what could possibly go wrong.

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At 27, you think you’ve pretty well got this whole thing figured out. You’ve got a job you enjoy, a great friend, a comfortable apartment, (some bizarrely compelling dreams,) and a fairly sparse love life that leaves you all the freedom and independence you could ever wish for.

If any event was going to upend that, well, the mountain literally opening up seems like a pretty choice one.

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A ROLEPLAY WRITTEN BETWEEN ME AND UNDERFELL.EXE ON INSTAGRAM, EDITED TO FLOW AS A STORY.Red's Boss sells him to people. So when he wakes up handcuffed to a hotel bed, it's no surprise. When an orange hoodie skeleton treats him like shit, it's what he expects. But then it went entirely different from how he expected, and it was....a rather pleasant surprise.4-6-18As of now, this work has been abandoned, since my roleplay partner deactivated. Sorry guys ;-;

Summary

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Simple small talk between you and a living skeleton leads to a quotidian aftermath.

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A Post-Pacifist Undertale fanfiction, taking place ten years post Frisk breaking the Barrier and helping monsters reach the Surface. Told in snippets, with approximately four-hundred to six-hundred words per chapter.

Though the main focus of this work is to point out the trifles and more complex situations presented on our daily lives, the main purpose is to make the reader realize that sometimes it's good to stop and smell the roses.

Despite the mentions of substance abuse and certain complications product of one's mental health and the environment in which we live in, this work in no way condones said abuse and instead encourages the pursuit of a healthier lifestyle — both physically and mentally.

Summary

Frisk has finally gotten their monster family the ending they deserve. But with a self-imposed penance hanging over their head for past mistakes, Frisk has decided to go AU-hopping - these other worlds are the result of their many resets, after all, and their final confrontation with Chara. It's their responsibility to set them free. Unfortunately, Underfell wasn't their idea of an 'adventure.' This place will test the resolve of their philosophy on life.

Meanwhile, back in Undertale, the monsters are integrating into surface life. Thanks to some friends in high places Ebott Town is more or less safe, but the world at large hasn't adjusted quite as well and enemies to the monsters' happiness lurk around every corner. They'll have to rely on each other to keep their people and their new home safe.

It's a brave new world for everyone - but without Frisk as a safety net, the monsters are on thin ice. And without the monsters, Frisk is struggling to find any light within the darkness of Underfell. Was this happy ending really built to last?

Summary

Ink lost most of his memory. all he could remember was the faint outlines of his friends. he finds himself in a strange area. when he finds what he thinks is his friends he is terrified. his so called friends would hurt him. they treated him like he was nothing. ink has to find his true friends. with only one source of help will this unlucky skeleton make it out alive?

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Crossover rp in which Hearth from comic4244's HSFG AU lands in the universe of gaylie's bwtslots AU

Hearth and Grillby had accidentally switched bodies, now now both of them have to try to figure out a way to get back, while also trying to not act too suspiciously, failing and succeeding respectively on each side

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Retail... The line of work that is an absolute nightmare where you get paid (not enough) for customers to yell at you. Yay. Julia wants to find a new fucking job so badly, but makes the most of it with her current job as a cashier at a local grocery chain. One day after she clocked out early from work to get some dinner shopping done, there was a loud commotion coming from one of the aisle. It was a bunch of skeletons monsters with two of the shorter ones were arguing about dinner plans.

FuckThisShitI’mOut.GIF

...Nope, not really. Julia caught their attention and while she thinks this was a one time encounter, fate has other plans for her. FML amirite?

ACTION! DRAMA! ROMANCE! SEXUAL TENSION!

Who shall win the human’s affection?!

The dashing skeleton with the boyish charm? THE MAGNIFICENT BLUEBERRY?!

Or...

Will it be edgy little prince who commands with an iron fist? THE MALEVOLENT BLACKBERRY?!

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You signed up for an ad in the local newspaper to be the designated human roommate to Horrortale!skeleton brothers, sans and Papyrus after getting out of an abusive relationship and needing some time away from other humans. The brothers were deemed fit to return to civilization following a long rehabilitation at the local mental facility and you are charged with integrating them back into social life and give them a chance to bond with humans after being under the mountain for so long. All three of you have your own personal obstacles to face, but can you face them all while living under one roof?

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The thing was, you had made a deal, hadn’t you?

You would help him with his… problem – and he would take you somewhere safe, without infecting you with his virus. But you’d been so caught up in remembering exactly who Error was and the fact you were his captive, not his friend, that you hadn’t even bothered to press for what his problem was.

And now, here you were, absolutely sure that his ‘problem’ was the hot press of whatever it was inside his shorts, stiff against your thighs.

* now no longer just a three-part smut, this is a story in the making that is in no way something meant to make you squirm with unbridled joy, but with confusion and confliction. this story entails your troubled journey through the multiverse under constant threat of being nothing less than a plaything for those much more powerful than you could ever hope to be - be prepaired for something that isn't meant to only delight, but instead detain and capture your attention in so many delightfully disturbing ways.

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He took everything from you.

Your family, your home, your freedom. But he wouldn’t have your mind - your soul. That wasn’t his to take no matter how many he’d felled before you, what he could do with a snap of his fingers, what he promised, time and time again.

After all, for all his pretty promises, he had a truce to keep, and a vow to break. As for you?

You’ve just become a pawn in something larger.

* the long-awaited continuation/update to the beloved fic known as Carmine Strings & Cobalt Heelies. meant to be a prologue, more than likely turning out to be a casual rewrite, be prepared for a story in the making that entails your troubled journey from the clutches of one celestial to the next - only this time? a whole lot more domesticity, a side of plot served extra rare, and just this shy of a lot less smut.